November 19, 2015

Wishing Well

“If you keep doing yard work naked, the neighbors’re never gonna introduce themselves.” My littlest boy smirked at me as I held a garden hose in one hand and a fistful of leaves in the other.

“I dunno,” I answered. … Read more

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August 6, 2015

Red Eyes

Summer in a beach town is sacred meets sordid, like God going to Burger King. Or the other way around, I guess, Burger King coming to God. It’s weird. Also? I can’t stop running. I mean, I can and do, … Read more

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June 23, 2015

Summer St.

“It’s been unfolding for so long, it’s inside-out.”

“What…life? This story?”

“Probly, but I meant that flower. The rose. Don’t touch it, they really do have thorns. Pointy ones.”

“It’s all brown and dead.”

“Not if you look closely. The … Read more

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April 12, 2015

Music is Music is Music

“I got the vegan beef and cheese breakfast burrito, which was, like…a tortilla.” My friend Kevin is one of those guys who not only has his shit together but everyone else’s, too. Or so it would seem from his expression, … Read more

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January 24, 2015

Progress

“Because I am making progress.”
            — the cellist, Pablo Casals, when asked why he continued to practice into his nineties

Like many people, I think about water a lot. We like to look at … Read more

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September 11, 2014

Not Quite Standing, Not Quite Falling

I slowed my bike down to watch an old guy wearing a sandwich board sign slumped over on the sidewalk in the New Orleans summer heat. He was not quite standing, not quite falling, but didn’t look…well. The sign seemed … Read more

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February 17, 2014

Kindness and Ghosts

Walking my son, Wyatt, through the park to a concert he was about to play, I whipped pancakes at squirrels until one squirrel with half a tail figured out they were food. We watched it struggle to carry a pancake … Read more

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November 28, 2013

Thanksgiving

My son, Bo, and I stood in a field yesterday, watching Canada geese take off into the mist. They disappeared almost instantly: ghost geese, still making a racket, but invisible to the two of us parked on the ground, our … Read more

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September 26, 2012

It’s All Perfect Right Now

Waking up, you don’t know where you are. Also? It doesn’t matter. But the urge to pull back the heavy curtain is strong because everywhere turns out to be somewhere and that’s exciting. Out the window are icy branches, a … Read more

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June 5, 2012

To Be Quiet

Violently crushing hundreds of periwinkles underfoot, I slip on a bank of slippershells, jerking an earbud from my ear, and suddenly I can hear the ocean and my friend at the same time. He wasn’t keeping up, honestly; I didn’t … Read more

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